The Price of Narrow Shoes

by Melinda Thomsen I was raised by Cinderella souls whose high arched feet fit into glass slippers. Those extra narrow sized shoes I wore looked like Barbie accessories, not the medium widths I wear now after years of retail sales and teaching in New York. Then, I wore kitten heels, which pinched my toes inside

Second Place

by Charlie Fish “Good evening, Mr. Citrone, please sit down.” The man sat on the other side of the desk was dressed in a suit so sharp it could cut a diamond. This was Robin Murgatroyd – the Robin Murgatroyd – agitator, seer, demigod. He looked at me with such intensity, such authority, I don’t